New places, new faces

I've declared a national day of mourning. John shaved his beard and mustache off this morning. In the 21 years that I've known him, he's never had a hairless face until now. Who is this stranger riding beside me? The voice is the same, the mannerisms the same, yet the face is uncomfortably diffierent. Maybe it'll grow on me, but I've encouraged him to start the regrowth process right away! He's taken pictures....I'm not happy!